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July 14, 2015
#TeaserTuesday – DUTCH, The Keeper Series Book One
Dutch Mathew is a lethal killer for The Gate.
Juma Landry has nine lives.
He is tasked with ending each and every one of them.
She isn’t going to make that easy.
DUTCH
The Keeper Series Book One
coming soon
In honor of #Teaser Tuesday, here’s a snippet from my upcoming urban fantasy, DUTCH, book one in The Keeper Series. If you love your raunch with a twist of romance, then make sure to add DUTCH to your Goodreads “to read” shelf by clicking HERE
DUTCH
“Keep that up, Mr. Mathew,” Juma purred, “and I’m going to climb into your lap and make you fuck me in front of all these god-fearing folks.”
I quirked my brow and grinned.
“This is New York City, gorgeous. There is no God and these people will happily watch whatever it is you want to do to me.”
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July 13, 2015
Guest Post: #WeNeedDiverseRomance…Now
Today I’m a guest blogger at THE MAD REVIEWER where I’m setting my sights on the Romance genre and you guessed it, pushing them to diversify all that panty-melting, heart-stopping bumping and grinding.
Originally posted on The Mad Reviewer:
The Crossfire series
The Hardwired series
The Submission series
The Seductive Nights series
Ava and Gideon
Erica and Blake
Monica and Jonathan
Michelle and Jack
Complex and intelligent characters written by talented writers, with interesting storylines, compelling back stories, and of course, loads of panty-melting, fabulous, raunchy, dirty sex.
And not a single one of those books contain diverse main characters.
In fact, despite all of the books I mentioned taking place in large cities like New York and Los Angeles, I believe the only diversity in any of those books is found in the secondary characters, the outliers. The characters that add some spice and perhaps a side storyline or two, but nothing too memorable and certainly nothing noteworthy.
No brown girl falling for a white guy. No black guy falling for a Asian girl. No black girl falling for a brown guy. No white girl falling for a…
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July 9, 2015
#WednesdayFreeWrite – FIRE ESCAPE
FIRE ESCAPE
Those guys on the corner of 15th street
and 8th avenue
the ones selling weed and cocaine and ecstasy
and really anything the white kids want
they’re fucking gorgeous
mindblowingly hot
they move like sex
and make me think all kinds of wicked shit
as I sit on my fire escape
and watch them do their dirty
Those women wrapped around each other
under the low street light
Her hand on her hip
and her lips on her throat
pressed against each other
so turned on
They live above me
and later tonight
she’ll be crying
while she’s beating her with whatever she can get her hands on
and I’ll be sitting here on my fire escape
listening to it all
That guy right there
the skinny dude with his hand above his eyes
blocking out the sun
searching the sky
track marks on his arm
I know him
we’re friends and I love him to death
but he’s an addict
and has started shooting up
and I just bought this television
and those books
so I’m going to keep sitting on my fire escape
and pretend I don’t see him
You
with your long eyelashes
and big eyes
your new haircut and that full mouth
With your fine ass
and washboard abs
Who fought me tooth and nail
because you wanted to paint
and I wanted you out of my space
for two fucking seconds
please
Come over here
and bring those hands that know my body
and that dick that is all kinds of magic
And let’s hang on my fire escape
and forget everything but each other
My #WednesdayFreeWrite series is based on what I write during the 10 minutes allotted for my writing group’s Wednesday Prompt. It’s an unedited free write and probably my favorite ten minutes of the week. It’s perfect in its imperfections and I hope you enjoy.
#WednesdayPrompt – FIRE ESCAPE
FIRE ESCAPE
Those guys on the corner of 15th street
and 8th avenue
the ones selling weed and cocaine and ecstasy
and really anything the white kids want
they’re fucking gorgeous
mindblowingly hot
they move like sex
and make me think all kinds of wicked shit
as I sit on my fire escape
and watch them do their dirty
Those women wrapped around each other
under the low street light
Her hand on her hip
and her lips on her throat
pressed against each other
so turned on
They live above me
and later tonight
she’ll be crying
while she’s beating her with whatever she can get her hands on
and I’ll be sitting here on my fire escape
listening to it all
That guy right there
the skinny dude with his hand above his eyes
blocking out the sun
searching the sky
track marks on his arm
I know him
we’re friends and I love him to death
but he’s an addict
and has started shooting up
and I just bought this television
and those books
so I’m going to keep sitting on my fire escape
and pretend I don’t see him
You
with your long eyelashes
and big eyes
your new haircut and that full mouth
With your fine ass
and washboard abs
Who fought me tooth and nail
because you wanted to paint
and I wanted you out of my space
for two fucking seconds
please
Come over here
and bring those hands that know my body
and that dick that is all kinds of magic
And let’s hang on my fire escape
and forget everything but each other
My #WednesdayPrompt series is based on what I write during the 10 minutes allotted for my writing group’s Wednesday Prompt. It’s an unedited free write and probably my favorite ten minutes of the week. It’s perfect in its imperfections and I hope you enjoy.
July 8, 2015
#WednesdayFreeWrite – MUSEUM
Beginning at my toes
that mark right there
on my left foot
that damn vase from Ikea
did a number on me
because I had to learn the hard way
sometimes it doesn’t pay to be such a cheap bitch
My left ankle
that rose
I was eighteen
and tattoos were still illegal
and he was hot
and had his own spot in the Bronx
Boogie Down, bitches
where he inked folks in the dim light
of his dank apartment
because I needed that mark on my skin
right then and right there
Cross to my right knee
that nasty looking
raised
thick
ugly
mess of a keloid
Playing softball
running the bases like a badass
falling like a fool
That rock jutting out of my leg was nasty
this scar is worse
Because when given the option
I was too chicken for stiches
Move to my right hip
that sexy flower
that no one sees
unless I want them to
A hulking biker gave me that one
told me it was going to hurt like a motherfucker
but it was going to make my lover come
And he was right
about both
Because I love having hidden layers of sexy
all over my body
Further north
above my pubic bone
below my belly button
sits that scar of life
My C-section
that all the doctors love to come and admire
because my doctor
badass that she is
gave me a beauty
my scar is perfectly small and almost invisible
Because my hips were too narrow and
he was too big to come out
the other way
My wrists
and arms
bear my truths
Ganesha, my guiding spirit
Meraki, my word to live by
and The Kid at the beach with a mohawk
Because why the fuck not
Upward
My clavicle
three stars
my loves
Because they matter
Move to my back
and discover my belief system
whatever happens happens
que sera sera
endho edha
my parents’ tongue
Because that tiny phrase
captures my many selves
And finally my brow
that line cutting through the thick black
screaming “I am here – see me”
and looking a little badass
when I don’t fill it in with makeup
Because once upon a time I was twelve
and refused to listen to my mom
to come inside because it was dark
and instead stayed outside chasing the neighborhood Boxer
Spike
as he raced through the night
and slipped under the wire
that caught me so fast
and split my skin so deep
and taught me that sometimes my mom was right
and it was too fucking dark to be outside.
My body, the museum.
A trip worth taking
if I might say so myself.
My #WednesdayFreeWrite series is based on what I write during the 10 minutes allotted for my writing group’s Wednesday Prompt. Which means this week, I totally forgot about my tattoo on my rib cage – “Forever they loved” – important because Wyatt and Dev were my first and my everything and I love them madly. I also skipped over the one on my right shoulder, the spiral within the sunburst representing the eternal power of the goddess, because my wildflower for life has one, too, and we got them together because we’re corny like that.
#WednesdayPrompt – MUSEUM
Beginning at my toes
that mark right there
on my left foot
that damn vase from Ikea
did a number on me
because I had to learn the hard way
sometimes it doesn’t pay to be such a cheap bitch
My left ankle
that rose
I was eighteen
and tattoos were still illegal
and he was hot
and had his own spot in the Bronx
Boogie Down, bitches
where he inked folks in the dim light
of his dank apartment
because I needed that mark on my skin
right then and right there
Cross to my right knee
that nasty looking
raised
thick
ugly
mess of a keloid
Playing softball
running the bases like a badass
falling like a fool
That rock jutting out of my leg was nasty
this scar is worse
Because when given the option
I was too chicken for stiches
Move to my right hip
that sexy flower
that no one sees
unless I want them to
A hulking biker gave me that one
told me it was going to hurt like a motherfucker
but it was going to make my lover come
And he was right
about both
Because I love having hidden layers of sexy
all over my body
Further north
above my pubic bone
below my belly button
sits that scar of life
My C-section
that all the doctors love to come and admire
because my doctor
badass that she is
gave me a beauty
my scar is perfectly small and almost invisible
Because my hips were too narrow and
he was too big to come out
the other way
My wrists
and arms
bear my truths
Ganesha, my guiding spirit
Meraki, my word to live by
and The Kid at the beach with a mohawk
Because why the fuck not
Upward
My clavicle
three stars
my loves
Because they matter
Move to my back
and discover my belief system
whatever happens happens
que sera sera
endho edha
my parents’ tongue
Because that tiny phrase
captures my many selves
And finally my brow
that line cutting through the thick black
screaming “I am here – see me”
and looking a little badass
when I don’t fill it in with makeup
Because once upon a time I was twelve
and refused to listen to my mom
to come inside because it was dark
and instead stayed outside chasing the neighborhood Boxer
Spike
as he raced through the night
and slipped under the wire
that caught me so fast
and split my skin so deep
and taught me that sometimes my mom was right
and it was too fucking dark to be outside.
My body, the museum.
A trip worth taking
if I might say so myself.
My #WednesdayPrompt series is based on what I write during the 10 minutes allotted for my writing group’s Wednesday Prompt. Which means this week, I totally forgot about my tattoo on my rib cage – “Forever they loved” – important because Wyatt and Dev were my first and my everything and I love them madly. I also skipped over the one on my right shoulder, the spiral within the sunburst representing the eternal power of the goddess, because my wildflower for life has one, too, and we got them together because we’re corny like that.
July 7, 2015
#TeaserTuesday – DUTCH, The Keeper Series Book One
Then add Dutch + Juma to your Goodeads “to read” shelf
by clicking –> HERE
Arrogant, handsome, and detached, deadly assassin Dutch Mathew has an insatiable appetite for bourbon, cigarettes, and women. A Keeper for The Gate, the shadowy organization designed to control Death and her Poochas, those reclaimers helping the dead cross back to life, he has three simple rules for anyone sharing his bed: no talking, no kissing, no touching.
Juma Landry is all about talking and kissing and touching. The more talking and kissing and touching, the better.
And as one of Death’s Poochas, the best in fact, she is Dutch’s next assignment. He is tasked with ending each and every one of her nine lives but with her witty banter, gorgeous smile, and hips made for all kinds of wickedness, she isn’t going to make that easy.
Set in New York City and Trivandrum, DUTCH, book one in The Keeper Series, is a unique and sexy urban fairytale – a must read for anyone who likes their raunch with a twist of romance and a hint of magic. Watch for it to hit shelves this Fall 2015.
#TeaserTuesday – THE NINE DEATHS
Then add Dutch + Juma to your Goodeads “to read” shelf
by clicking –> HERE
Arrogant, handsome, and detached, deadly assassin Dutch Mathew has an insatiable appetite for bourbon, cigarettes, and women. A Keeper for The Gate, the shadowy organization designed to control Death and her Poochas, those reclaimers helping the dead cross back to life, he has three simple rules for anyone sharing his bed: no talking, no kissing, no touching.
Juma Landry is all about talking and kissing and touching. The more talking and kissing and touching, the better.
And as one of Death’s Poochas, the best in fact, she is Dutch’s next assignment. He is tasked with ending each and every one of her nine lives but with her witty banter, gorgeous smile, and hips made for all kinds of wickedness, she isn’t going to make that easy.
Set in New York City and Trivandrum, The Nine Deaths of Dutch Mathew is a unique and sexy urban fairytale – a must read for anyone who likes their raunch with a twist of romance and a hint of magic. Watch for it to hit shelves this Fall 2015.
July 2, 2015
Cover Reveal: MONSTER by Kayti Nika Raet
It’s that time again – time for another book in the fabulous, apocalyptic series by Kayti Nika Raet, THE OUTSIDER CHRONICLES.
Last July I was helping Kayti reveal the cover for OUTSIDER, book three in the series, bragging about being one of her beta readers, and all kinds of other mature shit I am wont to do. It’s quite fitting I’m back, doing it again because yes, this is a cover reveal for book four in the series and yes, I was again one of her beta readers.
Because I’m a lucky bitch like that.
So what can I tell you without really telling you anything at all? The cover is fierce and so is the book. Lucky for you, I’ll be showing you the cover very soon. Not so lucky for you, there are still sixteen days before MONSTER drops. But look at it this way – that’s sixteen days for you to either re-read or binge read the series.
I should also let you know that this time around, Kayti was feeling extra generous and has included a MONSTER excerpt with this reveal. So how about it? Let’s do this shit.
Drum roll please.
Bitches and bastards, I give you
MONSTER
by
Kayti Nika Raet
In a world full of flesh eating creatures, sometimes humans are the more terrifying monsters.
It’s been three months since revolution swept through the city of Cherai and ousted Councilwoman King. Banished, the city now has a chance to recover from decades of injustice and oppression. With the help of Ben, Songhay, and the Gemini Gang, Niko works towards building a more egalitarian society.
But someone is murdering Slither hunters.
And coupled with the councilwoman’s reappearance, all of Niko’s hard work balances on a precarious precipice – one wrong move and it will all be for naught.
As the number of bodies rise and the tensions within the city increase, Niko is soon forced to make a difficult decision. And it could change everything.
And here’s that EXCERPT I promised you:
She had no idea what to expect when she rounded the corner but it definitely wasn’t what she actually saw.
There was nothing.
The street was empty.
There were no Slithers.
All was quiet. Everyone was safely tucked inside their homes which were balanced on several concrete blocks to keep them from touching the acid. A few of the homes had a thin light slipping out from underneath their doors, the light was either provided by solar powered lamps or glow sticks. She hoped to one day bring electricity into the slums but for now, they were concentrating on bringing water to every home.
Alice and Ari stood beside her, their eyes panning the street warily, Roosevelt was somewhere on the roof above them.
“It’s probably a false alarm,” Ari said. She was whispering as though she wasn’t completely sure of her theory. “Someone was scared and set a flare off by accident.”
“Or someone was an idiot,” Alice said, sounding less forgiving.
Ari grunted as though she agreed with her but couldn’t bear to say it aloud.
“Sh.” Niko said. Something wasn’t right.
The houses were balanced on blocks to keep them off the ground. It left about a foot and a half of space beneath the house. It wasn’t much but it was just enough to hide a Slither.
They were dealing with a smart one.
Niko lurched away from the wall. “It’s under the house. Move!”
Ari heeded her warning instantly but Alice was slower and had only taken two steps when a Slither lunged from beneath the house and wrapped its claws around her leg.
Alice screamed and nearly fell. A blade that was in her hand clattered to the ground as the Slither attempted to drag her under the house and eat her.
Ari raised her crossbow and shot it. Niko chopped off its head for good measure and the smell of sulfur tainted the air.
“Looks like we’re in for a boring night,” Ari quipped as she reloaded her crossbow.
Alice said nothing, her light brown skin had paled considerably and her half-moon shaped eyes had widened into full moons as she stared down at the headless corpse still grasping for her boots.
Niko shook her arm. “Forget about it, its dead,” she said, not unkindly. Alice couldn’t afford to be fixated on the dead Slither at their feet when the live ones were much more worrisome.
“Roosevelt!” she called up toward the rooftops, she couldn’t see her but she knew she was up there somewhere. “Can you see any more?”
“You got two coming,” Roosevelt answered. “Oi, no, you got – ”
A Slither cut off the rest of her sentence.
There were two types of Slithers, pale, inhuman monsters with disturbingly colored eyes, a mouthful of long sharp teeth, and a taste for human flesh.
They were pretty straightforward in their quest for their favorite meal. They were incredibly stupid but they were also too fast and too strong for anyone to stop unless they were a Slither hunter.
The smart ones were crafty, a regular Slither wouldn’t have thought to hide beneath the house.
Niko thought they had killed the smart one.
She was wrong.
Originally from Brooklyn, New York, Kayti Nika Raet moved down South when she was 11, where she was bitten by the writing bug, as well as other, less friendly insects.
She is the author of the Outsider Chronicles, a five book series starting with NIKO and set in a world where the rain burns like acid and flesh eating monsters roam.
She’s also a reviewer for Readers’ Favorite and has her own Youtube Channel: Kayti Edition.
When she is not hard at work on her fifth book she has fun reading, listening to K-pop, and photography.
Kayti lives in Milledgeville, Georgia.
Feel like stalking Kayti on the interwebs? Here, let me help you – below are her links. Now be a good super fan and get to stalking.
Website: kaytinikaraet.com
Blog: writebitches.wordpress.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/kaytinikaraetbooks
Twitter: https://twitter.com/KNRwrites
Pinterest: pinterest.com/kaytinikaraet/
Amazon Author Page: http://amzn.to/1fb2cR7
Smashwords: http://bit.ly/1IDVehs
Book Links:
Niko: http://amzn.to/1u5sFAe
Harm: http://amzn.to/1s9Nbz0
Outsider: http://amzn.to/1w3tP3H
Goodreads: http://bit.ly/1uWYEpr
